Perfectly imperfect.

It was a sad thing for him to come to realize how so very imperfect he was. It was sad for him to know how he always will be this imperfect guy that he was. In fact, if not for this world, he really couldn't think of anything else that was actually even close to being in the same vicinity as perfection.

He took a look back at his own life and not one thing that he had done seemed to correspond with something that he would call good. Hundreds of mess-ups is what he saw and he wondered why he was such a loner. Every single friend he had made, ever, well, he had always screwed it up. And screwed it up big time too. I guess, we can't all have everything that we want or even need for that matter. And no matter how much he tried pretending, no matter how much he told himself that things are going to get better, it just wasn't enough to keep him going. Some days, he sustained. Other days, he ended up wanting to do nothing but cry. And to know that he couldn't even cry anymore hurt him a little bit more but that again, is something he had come to being used to. There was always a part inside of him that kept believing that he deserved everything that came his way

She though, saw this wonderful person inside of him. Someone who was perfect the way he was. She knew perfection was too subjective to be conclusive. She wanted to help him, desperately, and she did try everything she could. But she couldn't help him. She came to understand that if people do not want to be helped, they cannot be helped in any way whatsoever. And to just come to peace with that was the biggest deal for her, because she didn't want to come to peace with that. She, didn't want to give up on him just yet. Only time can tell the rest of the story.